Sugar, We're Going Down (A Titanic Retelling)

Chapter 2

(Y/N)'s POV

"Come on Patrick, we're going on a trip!" I smiled dragging Patrick along with me. It felt freeing as my faded and old white dress flew in the wind. I even stole a bow to put in my hair. If I was boarding a million dollar boat, I wanted to feel like a million dollars!

"A trip? But we haven't any money." Patrick asked innocently as he tried to hold onto his hat. It had a hole in it, making it more prone to escape in the wind. His trousers that were a size too big were held up by a rope. His white shirt was tucked into the pants making him look somewhat presentable. All in all, he did look adorable.

"Don't worry nothing about that. We're going to New York, the land of opportunity." I sighed dreamily.

"And how are we gonna get there?"

"A boat silly. We're gonna get on a boat!" I squinted and quickened my pace as I saw Joe and Pete waiting around the crowd of third class passengers.

"Hey! What's the plan? How are we getting on?" I asked in excitement. Ever since I was orphaned at a young age, I was always looking for adventure, so being on a boat sailing for a new land with my best friends was a dream come true.

"Well, we're gonna just blend in with the crowd. Once we get on the boat, I want everyone to stick together. If any boat police catch us somewhere we shouldn't be, we'll be thrown in the brig for the whole journey and arrested in New York. That can't happen, am I clear?" Pete ordered, his hands tucked away in pockets of brown trousers. His black hair stood out from under his cap which contrasted against his white shirt and tan suspenders.

"Clear as the ocean blue." I smiled cheekily. Joe giggled and looked forward as the crowds were walking on. He was practically bouncing in excitement, rocking back on his worn black shoes. His outfit was the spitting image of Pete's leaving me to wonder who's the poor sap they stole it from.

"You guys ready?" Pete asked, mainly looking at Patrick. He was quiet but smiled at Pete's worrisome gaze.

"I'm excited. We're gonna get to sleep in real beds, right Pete?" Patrick asked. Pete chuckled and ruffled Patrick's dirty blonde hair, taking off the cap.

"Yeah buddy." Pete smiled. We were all ushered into the boat, luckily undetected and that's when the real excitement began.

"Look at this! It's carpet! Real carpet!" I exclaimed.

"Feels soft like a cloud." Joe chuckled, bending to touch the material.

"Hey Pete, which room is ours?" Patrick asked.

"We have to wait until everyone is settled in, then we can find an empty room." Pete planned.

"Pete, can we please explore? We're on the world's biggest boat and confined here. That's really no fun." Joe pleaded. His curly hair stuck out from under his hat making him look like an innocent young lad, but he was far from such. Pickpocketing from the age of 5 made him a pro. You wouldn't even see it coming. Pete knew it would be dangerous to let him roam free around these people and their stuff. Pete scratched his head before putting his own hat back on.

"I don't know..." He sighed.

"Oh come on Pete, please?" Patrick smiled excitedly.

"Oh for god's sake, let's all do some exploring. It might do us some good." Pete gave in finally.

"Thank the lord! I wanna wave everyone off!" I laughed. Pete caught me by the arm before I had the chance to run off.

"We're sticking together (Y/N). Can't have you getting lost. If you get found and get yourself thrown into the brig, we're all going down. We go together or we don't go down at all." He stated.

"Pete, you're a sweetheart, thank you for making me realize how foolish my actions were." I smiled. He sighed and turned to talk to Joe about something. I took this as my chance and ran off, finding myself in the dining hall. It was amazing.

"Wow." I mumbled. This was gonna be exciting.

Joe's POV

I ran as fast as my feet could take me until I was in a room with a bunch of cars. Only rich people would bring a bunch of cars on a boat! I ran into one, sitting in the driver's seat.

"If only I had the keys, I would drive all around this place." I whispered to myself.

"Joe, what are you doing?" Pete barked. Patrick was trailing behind him, amazement written all over his face.

"Do you see this? Rich people bring cars on boats!" I laughed.

"Cars that don't belong to you. Suppose someone comes down here and catches us?" He scolded.

"Where's the fun in being boring old farts? We're on the Titanic. All the poor kids on the wharf wish they could be living as swell as we will. And when we get to New York, it's only gonna get better."

"What are you gonna do in New York, Joe?" Patrick asked, a smile on his face.

"Me? Well, first I'm gonna give up my pickpocketing ways and make an honest living for myself. Probably gonna be one of them paper boys. Once I make enough cash, I'm gonna buy a little apartment. I'm gonna be living the American Dream I tell ya!" I explained, a ripple of pride flowing through me.

"How ya gonna do that when you can't read?" Pete joked, slapping the side of my head.

"I'll go to school first then. Or maybe I'll have (Y/N) teach me how to read. She taught herself so she can teach me to." I smirked. In a split second, I saw Pete's face change from one of amusement to fear.

"Wait, where is (Y/N)?" He asked.

"I thought she was with you." I frowned.

"I thought she was with you!" He gasped. Pete looked around the large room, leaning up against the car.

"What if (Y/N)'s in trouble? You know how she's always looking around. What if she was thrown into the brig?" Pete worried.

"Our (Y/N) is a tough one. She's probably made her way to the boiler room and decided she should help the men down there. Probably thought they were being pansies!" I assured him. (Y/N) can take care of herself better than anyone of us. She's fine. The sound of the boat's horn shook me from my thoughts.

"We're sailing." Pete stated.